In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Zhao Ying rushed back to Jianshou Peak as fast as she could and rushed into Bai Wu's bedroom.

"Little Master, I saw the flying swords of the Masters."

Bai Wu suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with amazing light, and turned to look at Zhao Ying:

"where?"

"It's in the market place down the hill."

Then Zhao Ying felt that the world was spinning around her and she couldn't tell the north from the south.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing outside the market.

"Take me there quickly."

The figure in the white mist had a hint of anxiety.

Zhao Ying immediately took Bai Wu and walked quickly towards the sword stall.

It was only a short while before someone was negotiating the price with the sword-dealing monk.

"Can I exchange this sword with a mantis demon at the peak of the second level?"

It is not so easy to hunt down a great demon in the third realm, and someone with such strength will not lack this sword.

"no!"

The sword-selling monk refused expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old appeared in front of the stall and was about to reach out to touch the swords on the stall.

"Hey, kid, stop touching me!"

The sword-selling monk frowned upon seeing this.

Just as he was about to reach out to stop the boy, he felt a sharp weapon touching his body and he stopped abruptly.

A bamboo sword had appeared at the point of his neck and Adam's apple. If he moved forward an inch, the tip of the sword would pierce his throat.

"do not move."

The voice of the young man who bent down and stroked the flying sword was very cold, so cold that the vendor had no doubt that the sword would pierce his throat in the next second.

"I, I won't move."

The sword-selling monk saluted with both hands, stiffly motionless.

The monks surrounding the stall were curious when they saw this.

This kendo association was jointly organized by several major sword sects. How dare this young man cause trouble here?

Bai Wu's hand slowly stroked the six flying swords.

He was familiar with them all.

They were familiar with him, too.

In order to decide what kind of flying sword he wanted to forge, each of his senior brothers lent him their swords.

Sensing his breath, the six flying swords began to glow, flickering like candles in the wind, conveying deep sorrow.

The monks watching were amazed.

How did this young man draw out the remaining spiritual power of these flying swords?

But the next second, they understood.

Bai Wu carefully held the six flying swords in his arms, then stood up and stared at the monk:

"Let me ask you, how did my brothers' flying swords appear in your hands?"

That's it!

After hearing the young man's words, the sword cultivators around him immediately understood.

No wonder these flying swords reacted to the young man!

The monks who were watching understood, but the sword-selling monk felt that he was about to die under the gaze of this young man.

With sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said nervously:

"I picked them up on the battlefield. If this fellow Daoist wants these flying swords, please, please exchange them for six third-level demons."

"These are all flying swords from other people's sects. How can you still keep asking for a higher price? Just give them some appropriate compensation."

"That's right, do you think this fellow Taoist's sword is not sharp?"

A sword cultivator spoke up.

When a sword cultivator dies in a land of demons, his soul should return to the sect along with the flying sword. Why are you still asking for a price?

The vendor looked embarrassed, but still refused to give in.

Bai Wu looked at the vendor who was only a cultivator of the first realm and realized that he was just a small figure who was pushed to the front and did not dare to make decisions in private.

So he put away the bamboo sword that was against his Adam's apple.

"I've taken these flying swords. As for the monster you want, ask the people behind you to come to Jianshou Peak to find me. I am Bai Wu from Jianshou Peak."

"Jian Shou Peak?"

Someone repeated it in a lost voice.

This young man is from Jianshou Peak, but isn’t there only one female swordsman on that peak?

Moreover, if he is from Jianshou Peak...

"Aren't these flying swords the flying swords of the disciples of Jianshou Peak?"

Someone expressed his speculation.

"My fellow Daoist, you want to take away these flying swords with just one sentence. Who knows whether what you said is true or not? We have never heard of the existence called Bai Wu in Jianshou Peak."

At this time, a monk in moon-white robes walked up to the stall and said with a righteous look on his face.

"Why don't you gather six demons first and then come back to exchange. This sword association will exist for a long time anyway."

"Someone from the Pure Land Temple?"

Bai Wu looked at the monk's moon-white robe and his eyes fixed.

"Of course."

The monk nodded.

"But you, the Bull Demon, are offering a big reward."

The murderous intent that had been accumulating in Bai Wu's heart for who knows how long could no longer be suppressed when he saw the people from the Pure Land Temple, and it exploded with a loud bang.

The sword flashed, and before the monk could finish nodding, his entire head fell forward, and his body fell to the ground.

"Junior brother, junior brother!"

Several monks dressed similarly appeared and stood beside the fallen monk.

Everyone present was looking at this scene in amazement, looking at Bai Wu, the young-looking cultivator.

He actually beheaded the people from the Pure Land Temple in public? ! !

There was only one thought in their minds at this moment:

Something big happened! !

Bai Wu moved at the thought, and once again pressed the bamboo sword against the sword-selling monk's neck, and asked in a serious tone:

"Is the person who asked you to sell the sword here someone from the Pure Land Temple?"

A look of hesitation appeared on the sword-selling monk's face, and he wanted to look at the people from the Pure Land Temple.

"I advise you to think carefully before answering."

The monk was suddenly shocked and said quickly:

"Yes Yes!"

All the disciples of the Pure Land Temple were killed by this gentleman, why is he still insisting on doing so?

What's the point of living with just one hundred spirit coins a day?

"How dare you kill my Pure Land Sect disciple!"

The three disciples of the Pure Land Temple glared at the white fog.

However, they did not dare to act rashly. This man could kill his senior brothers who were almost as strong as them with one sword, so he could definitely kill them with one sword.

"Not only will I kill them all, I will kill them all."

A cold smile appeared on Bai Wu's face, and he looked at the three of them as if they were dead.

The three men's expressions changed and they were about to turn around and leave.

Unfortunately it was too late.

The sword light threaded through the crowd, passing through the eyebrows of the three people as accurately as a string of candied haws, without the slightest deviation!

But in the blink of an eye, the three second-level Pure Land Temple disciples had lost their lives, and blood mixed with brain fluid flowed out from the holes between their eyebrows.

The people who gathered around hurriedly moved away, fearing that they would be affected.

More and more people came to the market after hearing the news. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but look at the white fog in shock.

Where did this ruthless guy come from? He killed four disciples of the Pure Land Sect in a row!

"Zhao Ying, let's go back to the mountain!"

Bai Wu greeted Zhao Ying in the crowd, then walked towards Jianshou Peak step by step holding the flying swords of his fellow brothers.

The crowd automatically separated into two sides and watched the white fog disappear.

Seeing Zhao Ying beside Bai Wu, the people who had been here for a long time believed that what Bai Wu said before was not a lie, and that he was really from Jianshou Peak!

Those flying swords are indeed the flying swords of the disciples of Jianshou Peak!

Doubts arose in their minds:

Why are these flying swords being sold by the disciples of Pure Land Temple?

Where did this white mist come from among the disciples of Jianshou Peak? Why have we never heard of it before?

Bai Wu didn't even ask any questions and even killed four disciples of the Pure Land Temple. After that, he returned to Jianshou Peak. Wasn't he afraid of incurring the wrath of the Vajra from the Pure Land Temple, a major Buddhist sect?

The doubts were puzzling, but they knew:

Something big happened today that shocked the world!

The news spread like lightning in the market, and the whole market was in turmoil and the crowds were noisy!